Everybody's talking about the weather. Here in West Michigan, we've gotten over eight feet of snow. That's right, feet. I've never seen so much. The snow-covered ice stretches so far into Lake Michigan that you can't see open water from the shore. The snow on our deck pressing up against our slider is as high as my dining room table. Drifts and snowbanks make corners dangerous for drivers who can't see oncoming traffic. On top of that, the temperatures are hovering around zero, with windchills much lower. My daughter blames the record snow and extreme cold on Hubs and me moving over here. LOL
Like most people, I am so looking forward to Spring. It's only January and I have had enough Winter. Normally, I enjoy it. I love snow--when I don't have to drive in it. When I can sit inside my warm house and watch the lovely white stuff cover up the dead grass and the stubs of cut back flowers. But enough is enough.
Spring, you can come any time. Spring with its tulips, daffodils, and lilies of the valley. I can't wait to see the flowers I planted last fall. New house, new flowers plus some from the old house. Wherever I live, I always plant flowers, especially perennials. I know they're short lived, but seeing them come up and bloom year after year is so enjoyable. I hope the people who live in our old houses enjoy the flowers I left behind. Whenever I can, I divide my perennials and take some with me to the new house. Despite many moves, the perennials provide a continuity to my life. The irises came from my mother's garden. The lilies of the valley originally came from my grandmother's farm. I like to think that I'm carrying on a tradition of gardening women.
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